Falling apart as usual. I think I really messed up this time. A few bad decisions, and a few bad calls have left me in this state. Some recent, some older than one can remember, and all with a blurred goal in mind.
My head hurts. I need to wash my hair......
I need to stop buying notebooks I am not going to fill. Libraries of unwritten ideas, thoughts, passages, and vignettes. Tomes of long forgotten brilliance and lyrics. Who will read all these blank pages when I am gone?
In my head I am ballroom dancing to a melodic tune full of power and sadness. Under the moon on a polished floor of elegant design, in a dress layered with lace